once upon a time there was a dj with no skill. he had no wax, no turntables, no clothes, and no money. but he knew how to use a computer. and the dj had hope. hope that he could rig enough samples and loops into music, hope that he could one day get the respect needed to make money to buy clothes. and oh, the clothes he would buy. leather jackets. boxer shorts. dockers. boy, that sounds good. if he made enough, he might even buy food. that would be nice. nice. nice. so nice.